This is a poem I recently found while going through papers and notebooks I had finally unpacked after weeks of the box sitting in the middle of the room. I believe I wrote it on a plane ride home a couple years back.
Rising above
Rising above
Feeling below
Accomplishing much
Nothing to show
Trying to run
Stuck to the ground
Screaming aloud
Not making a sound
Known my many
Remembered by none
Holding together
Yet coming undone
Burning alive
But cold as stone
Surrounded by others
Completely alone
Could use some tweaking I think but not bad.
Well, this night owl should be off to bed. Choi.
3 comments:
Oh, I like it. Flows very nicely. Can't write poetry for crud myself, but I do loves to read it. n_n
Thanks!!! I appreciate the thoughts!!
Ah, Katie, those were my emotions exactly for years, however I lack the poetic ability to express myself in that manner. So I totally relate. I always knew you were a talented writer, I never knew you were also such a talented poet. Excellent job, it flows well and the rhyming is on-key.
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